Following the long tradition of narratives, stories, jokes and …bread & wine that people shared when they were on the road, either for the purpose of traveling and exploring, or running away, pilgrimage, immigrating, I started this blog to share.
In my suitcase I carry notes, photos, interviews, translations and fantasies of a walker. A born storyteller I try to add some fictional glance on the everyday; otherwise it is boring, ‘reality is too tight’. I like to collect details, some neglected aspects.
This Babel of languages and this diversity we live in, is fascinating. So, though time consuming, I keep my blog Bilingual, in my native Greek and learned English. In writing & photo, in art & travel I am guided by the etymology of amateurism, ‘amare’ in Latin. To put it more literary:
At the beginning I learned the words. The photos followed. But the images had preceded the words.
My first memories, like my loves started from the images; so when the words arrived they run after the images, to catch them.
Out of this chase derived my narratives in this blog.
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